THE STOLEN KNOWLEDGE

Because knowledge was not acquired, Like a river without a path, The land remains cold and barren, Unseen, the great things that should have been. The truth, mocked with laughter, In the end, life’s great hope is incomplete, Even at the fingertips, there is always a mistake, A world that never reaches full meaning. I long to return to my world, To a place where time has passed, Where knowledge rises through belief, But with experience, one can take a moment’s rest, Will I be left behind in regret? Ro Riazul Haque